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In addition, it can increase an urge for sex. Elena even in her unconscious state, arched her back for me, her lips parted, and I watched the way her n*****s hardened and her p***y tightened around my fingers. I readjusted myself on the bed, placing my left hand by her head. I leaned all my weight on it while forcing a third finger into her tight cunt. My c**k twitched in anticipation to be inside her. Her breath cut, and I gently kissed the corner of her lips. “Beautiful.”

Still, doubt creeps in as I focus on her eyes, “Is this the right thing for you though?” She looks at me for a long minute, before finding my hand and leading it down her body. Her boobs, soft and perky, her flat stomach, and finally deeper. Past her panties and I feel her wetness. My hand is soaked, and she groans when my hand comes into contact with her dripping pussy. The sound is so sexy, so raw. “Just from that kiss, my love. We can talk about whether it's right tomorrow.” I don't need any other confirmation. I grab her.

“If it isn’t little Lia the nerd. Come to watch the show?” “I—I’m sorry,” she stammered, clutching her books tighter. Her nipples hardened against her bra. “I didn’t mean to—” “But you’re not leaving.” He turned fully toward her now, cock still in hand, bold and unashamed. A bead of precum glistened at the slit. “You like what you see, don’t you?” Lia’s mouth went dry. Her pussy throbbed. She had touched herself hundreds of times thinking of him, but this was real.

What I found was a world of explicit, detailed stories about aunts and nephews. Stories of seduction, of secret affairs, of dominant young men and submissive older women. I read one, then another. My face grew hot, my breathing shallow. Without even consciously deciding to, my hand slipped under the waistband of my linen trousers, my fingertips finding my clit, already sensitive from last night. The stories were graphic, filthy, and utterly compelling. They painted pictures of aunts who were initially reluctant but secretly hungry, who were awakened by their nephew's bold desire. They talked about submission, about being called names, about the thrill of the forbidden.

Damien began to move, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm, his body pressing against mine with each thrust. "Damien," I whispered, my voice breathy and needy. "You feel so good. So fucking good." He captured my lips in another kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth as his body explored mine. I could feel the pressure building, my body coiling tight with anticipation. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, urging him to go faster. Suddenly, I felt it...the rush of sensation, the release of pressure. I cried out, my body convulsing as I squirted, the wetness soaking the sofa beneath us.

He held me upright, the plug vibrating faintly, his fingers teasing my clit as I recovered, the library’s silence a fragile veil over our sin. Chapter Three – Bound by Books The night deepened, the library’s quiet a cocoon around us, the dim lighting casting shadows that hid our indulgence. My body was a map of his touch—bruises on my hips, cum drying on my thighs, pussy and ass stretched from his patient domination—yet the curiosity for more consumed me. He guided me to a reading nook, the air thick with the scent of leather and lust, his eyes promising further exploration.

"Is this what you wanted, Pearl? This surrender? This heat?" "Everything," she sobbed, her hips bucking back against me, seeking more depth, more friction. "I want everything from you." I reached around, my hand finding her clit and grinding against it with a cruel, steady pressure as I continued to drive into her. The double stimulation was too much. She let out a jagged, broken wail, her entire body seizing as she came, the walls of her pussy pulsing against me with a violent, beautiful intensity. The sensation pulled the seed right out of me. I let out a low, guttural roar, my body jerking as I spent myself deep inside her, pinning her to the desk until the last of the tremors faded into

The kiss was hungry and urgent, full of all the tension that had built up during every lecture. He backed her up until her ass hit the edge of the desk. Papers shifted under her. One hand moved from her face down to her neck, holding her in place while he kissed her harder. His other hand slid under her skirt and straight between her legs. He cupped her pussy over her panties and groaned when he felt how soaked the fabric was. “Fuck, you’re dripping,” he muttered against her mouth. He rubbed his fingers along the wet material, pressing it between her swollen lips. Sara gasped and rocked against his hand. The friction on her clit felt so good she almost came right there.

A firm tap on her thigh, not painful, but sharp enough to jolt her. “You don’t beg yet,” he said. “You earn it.” She whimpered again, not from pain, but from pure frustration. He continued with changing sensations: soft strokes, quick taps, breathless pauses. One moment, he kissed her slowly. The next, he used a small leather paddle across her backside, each strike followed by a kiss, a touch, a whisper of praise. “Good girl,” he murmured. “So responsive. So eager.” Her body was on fire, not from harshness, but from the slow, intentional opening of her control.

Her moans of pleasure were punctuated by cries of ecstasy as he slammed his cock its full length inside her with each thrust of his hips. She reached down and put two fingers on her clit. As Nicole fingered her throbbing knob, she let her fingers slide back until she felt his steely shaft moving in and out of her pussy. As he thrust forward, his wet balls bumped into her fingers, a constant swaying slap that felt so erotic it was driving her even higher up her mountain of ecstasy. Nicole went to work jiggling her clit between her fingertips and soon felt herself teetering on the brink of yet another orgasm.